11.11.2014

Today is Armistice Day and my heart is poppy shaped.  Thankfully, my Grandad made it back from WWI, wounded and hospitalised for a year, but he made it back, almost in one piece, and a few years later, my Mum was born. 

My life's tapestry, is so intrinsically and painstakingly stitched to lives so far removed from my own.  I was raised, remembering, for which I'm very thankful for, my Mum made sure of that.  This year is the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of WWI. 

This week, a young, 13 year old Army Cadet placed the 888,246th and last poppy in the Tower of London art installation.  Never before has history been so eloquently visualised.  I think of all of the boys and men, who never came home and I wonder about the sons, daughters, grandchildren, who were never to be, on all sides... depleted generations.  I remember, and I will always remember.